Boardrooms and balance sheets can't hide the truth that power has many forms. Tonight I'm remembering how it feels to be completely owned, my body responding against my will to the exact person I should despise. The way my cunt betrays me, dripping and clenching at the memory of his cock forcing pleasure from me. There's a strange power in surrender—even when it's not by choice. My mind screams vengeance while my body remembers every thrust, every command, every degrading whisper. The most dangerous cages don't have visible bars.